Build Me A Road
©2007 Debra Fotheringham

I live in a town with no roads.
There’s an inn where nobody ever goes.
Every door is rusted shut.
Every house is fenced in, but…

No one knows who lives next door.
No one knows what a telephone’s for.
Outside there’s not a sound.
No footsteps ever hit the ground.

Build me a Road,
Cause I can’t live Alone.

I grab the doorknob and twist.
I am sure it must get better than this.
The land is bleak; it’s laughing at my doom.
Just one step and I’m back inside the room.

For there’s no road on which to walk.
They, long ago, were shut and blocked.
There’s no path to take my feet.
No dirt, no rocks, no paved concrete.

Build me a Road,
Cause I can’t live Alone.

How I’d love to run right through
This dying town, straight to you.

Build me a Road,
Cause I can’t live Alone.